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not toward the gate but toward the corner nearest the group,
not twenty feet away. "Harris!" she screamed. "You
listen, Harris! Don't you go, Harris 1" She was gripping
the palings of the fence, leaning against them.

Trevelyan twisted around toward her. " I reckin I kin take
a whuppen good as the next man," he said.

The last man mounted. He held the bridle of Trevelyan's
horse for a lead.

"Harris!" the woman screamed.

" Shet up!" Trevelyan said.

The group moved down the lane at a trot. The woman ran
back toward the gate as though to come out of the yard and
pursue them. But she stopped at the gate. They heard her
call once more.

Some half a mile up the main pike, the horsemen took a
side road. When they turned into it, Trevelyan asked,
" Where you goen?"

No one answered him.

"What you aimen to do?" he said. "Whup me?" He
looked from side to side at the cloth-covered faces of the men
who rode stirrup to stirrup with him. They rode looking
straight ahead, as if he had never spoken. " You kin whup
me," he said, " but ain't no man kin skeer me."

The road gradually gave way to an untravelled track over
which the grass and weeds had run, covering old ruts. The
horses now went forward at a walk. On each side of the
track the trees grew thick and tall, so that the darkness was
close between the trees like the interior darkness of a hall or
corridor. But the sky was lighter now, for the clouds that
had earlier concealed the stars were breaking up and drifting
off toward the northern horizon. But along the lane there
was no breath of wind. The leaves hung soundless and

The lane gave abruptly upon a clearing some forty yards in
diameter. In contrast with the close shadows of the lane the
area seemed light and the sky very open and wide and of
immeasurable depth in those spaces where no clouds were.